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Romance
"I won't hesitate to do it ... It's all your fault ... all yours " I Shouted insanely looking directly at her electrifying dark blue eyes ... I moved the gun toward my head and kept gazing at her.. yes I'm threatening her with committing a suicide if she tries to leave me ..to delete my existence from her life .. if I kill my self now she will never be able to stop thinking about me , The view of my red blood tainting her pale mesmeric skin is definitly worth Staring at ... She's shivering .. her eyes full of tears .. I didn't want it to turn like this , I never wanted to be the reason why she's in that kind of situation .. yet I like the fact that she's crying for me .. she's not scared of me she's scared of losing me , her mind is filled with thoughts about me and no one else ..
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All he ever wanted. All he ever fought for. Becomes the scythe to his bleeding core... The curse hiding under the tenderness of a touch. The softness of a voice... of a loving gaze. Yet an easing warmth to his freezing heart. It is ruining him. He knows it. It burns his insides, he feels it slowly killing him. Oh... Ever so sweetly. Intoxicating. She is. Like a moth to a flame. He knew it's danger, yet he still dove deeper into what's to be his grave. Or hers? Who can tell when all that is visible is the forgotten hot blood splatter on innocent snow? Maybe that blood didn't know how incriminating he looked, And maybe snow isn't so innocent after all. We'd wonder and question the whys and hows, but the only truth they both shared? Terrified. In their skin. Because they yearned for it still. Afraid to answer a mind. Scared to face a logic. So helplessly one would ask, How can a heart still long for its destroyer? How can cold snow yearn for the burning heat of crimson?

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